As I Float

As I float through the lake and rejuvenate the ecosystem

Waterproof mascara doesn’t work when so many tears fall, the mothers crying over caskets of their son and remain unforgiven

The son guided me out of the world to retrieve what’s ours

The legend of Dorothy Flowers and the matrimonial rice showers

Some cut cake either on the street or on their wedding day

Some blow and kiss for pay, while others blow kisses under the rice rain

The duality of destiny of each other’s owns fate

Can be determined by the name given to you when you were made

Justifying my sins will be the harvesting of my death

Opportunity to stop but not doing it, I will digress

Synchronized by the devil will keep me ill and stressed

Horticulturating my fruits in a grave, where pest and diseases lay

Those last four bars will my reason for my fate and havoc

As I write my name J.O.S.H as an acronym

Time to flip the tables like Jesus and acrobats again

And question your name and your fate you will conceive

 

All roads lead to karma, in the hands of the Brahma

All roads lead to fate, in the grasp of Satan's strength

All emotions fall short as the Lord contrives the banks

 

The lake is a metaphor for a place I had went before

Called Bobcageon a place that I was set aboard

When I was in grade 4, I was at this camp and lake shore

And we set sailed as a crew to a town just up north

Where the people roamed the streets, going store to store

I was young and energetic, I had some money I can spend

That was the most fun and freedom I can be remembering

Remembering freedom is fun until it gets you mostly forgetting it

 

All roads lead to karma, in the hands of the Brahma

All roads lead to fate, in the grasp of Satan's strength

All emotions fall short as the Lord contrives the banks